Ads that I like: #98

The 1950s were a great time to be alive. Children were able to play in the street without fear, the Reds were under the bed, a man could discipline an uppity wife any way that he could choose and the coloureds knew their place.

Part of the beauty of the 1950s extended to doing whatever one felt like on their lounge chair, content in the knowledge that you could hose down that chair in the driveway – with little Jimmy and Scraps the dog – and expect nary a cross word from the neighbours.

They were good times. We won't see their like again...